How it feels to be a sleepless me

I can't sleep, thats about the short and curlys of it.

How It feels to be a sleepless me

There are no destinctions-
Time is no Lord
of mine.
Mind is illusive
as brain seeps from ears-
Restless, moving, deranged.

THere is NO
Silence.
Eyes of Frankenstein's creation,
Horrors a-kin to Shelly...

The IDOT BOX is not my friend
AS MiNd ReCoIlS into a thousand splintered eyes
Trembeling against mourning
Rays.

THey see wihtout their eyes
As eye am my own
Slow and alusive
DEATH!